To You, My Beloved - Chapter 912
Su Nianhua paused suddenly when he heard the words asked by the beautician with his buttoned hand.
The look on his face hasn’t changed much.
That stab wound… is the one he once blocked for her.
The beautician saw Su Nianhua’s stunned look, and did not say anything.
After a long time, Su Nianhua came back to his senses, fastened the buttons without saying a word, stood up, put on a suit jacket, stepped out of the private room, came to the front desk, and handed over what he had made. The card, waiting for the lady at the front desk to finish the bill, was still silent when faced with the manager’s enthusiastic delivery.
When I walked out of the SPA shop, it was already more than nine o’clock in the evening, and the night breeze blew up, with a hint of heat remaining in the day.
Su Nianhua was not in a hurry to get into the car. He just stood by the car and lit a cigarette. Halfway through smoking, he remembered the scar mentioned by the beautician and couldn’t help but reach out and touch it. Then, like an electric shock, he withdrew his hand, and walked towards the trash can, trying to throw away the cigarette **** in his hand, but because Su Nianhua walked in a hurry and did not look at the road, he ran into a passing person. Together.
It was a woman with a lot of things in her hands, and when Su Nianhua hit her, the things spilled all over the floor.
Su Nianhua said politely: “I’m sorry.”
So he squatted down to help the woman pick up the scattered things on the ground, and when he saw vegetables and a lively fish in a place, he felt as if he had been shocked, squatting on the ground, unable to move.
Su Nianhua didn’t recover until the woman he knocked down followed and picked up the alive fish. He quickly picked up the other vegetables and stuffed them into the bag, and then stood up. Passed it to the woman, and said: “I’m sorry.”
The woman had a good temper. Seeing Su Nianhua’s continuous apologies, she couldn’t help but shook her head and said several words in a row.
Su Nianhua couldn’t help but ask aloud when the woman took the bag she handed over, “You buy so many vegetables, do you want to cook for your family?”
“It’s not my family, it’s my boyfriend.” The woman replied with a smile, then turned around and left with her things, probably because she bought a lot of things, a little heavy. When she carried them, she started walking. Come, my body is a little inclined, and I need to change my hand from time to time.
Su Nianhua looked at the woman’s back, and suddenly it came to mind that that year, he shielded April from the knife, lived in the hospital, and saw April carrying vegetables to the hospital cafeteria.
In April at that time, like this woman, she also carried a weight that exceeded her own load, walked hard, and changed hands from time to time.
It has been three and a half years for such a long period of time. Not only have the things of the past not faded, they have become more vivid.
Su Nianhua felt that his brain was like a slow-motion playback. He clearly saw that April was standing in a messy hospital cafeteria, facing a lively fish, but in the end he still gritted his teeth. , Killed, broke, cleaned up.
Then, the next day, when he woke up in the morning, the first thing the nurse handed him was a bowl of fresh fish soup.
Even after so long, he can remember that when he drank that bowl of fish soup, his mood was so complicated.